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You're taking me
off active duty?

You're not in obvious distress,

but whether you're ready
to get back out there

is another story.

My mom... she's been
getting calls from Joe Jr.

I was hoping that
you could trace it.

This is still an active case

with international implications.

Let's not saying
anything about this

to my brother, OK?

I did not see who shot
and killed Pietro.

But you believed at the time

it was your son, Eli
Stabler, who fired.

Yes.

The whole squad is
calling me Baby Stabler.

They're hazing you.
It'll blow over.

Maybe you should mind
your own business.

- What is Eli gonna be?
- What do you mean?

Well, is he gonna
be a cop like you

or a cop like your father?

Found him.

I'm heading back in.

Later.

What the fuck?

Hey, it's me. Just
landed a few hours ago.

Thanks for the restaurant recs,

but you should have told me

that these Italians
drink at every meal.

Anyway, the Camorra case

should be wrapped
up in a few days.

And with Reyes and I both out,

please, for God's
sake, take the time.

And kiss that grandbaby for me.

OK, bye.

Hey, this is your
weekly reminder

to not skip your weekly
therapist appointment.

I know, I know, I
can sit and twist.

Bye.

In what some are calling
a freak accident,

there is one casualty
in what appears to be...

Babe, boxcutter.

An art protest gone awry.

The CEO of the
food-delivery service...

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

Hey.

Yeah, sorry for popping by,
but I brought breakfast.

So, you hungry?
- Oh, appreciate it.

It's no bother. We're
still getting set up.

It's been a process.
- I see that.

Well, I'm here.
Put me to work.

- What happened to your hand?
- Eh, it's nothing.

What do you got?
- Uh, Bernie dropped that off.

- There?
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

This protest thing is wild.

They said one of
those delivery bots

just straight up exploded.

I guess there were some things

she couldn't get rid
of when you were kids.

Yeah, this used to hang
above Joe Jr.'s crib.

We're not hanging
that over Owen's crib.

Owen? Is that the name?

- Oh, we're workshopping it.
- Mm.

Eli, come help your dad.

I'm watching this.

Authorities are
currently investigating

what could've caused
the malfunction.

Zip Chow steadfastly maintains
their robots are safe...

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

To use on the city streets,
and that this is...

- IAB? Heard something?
- Not yet.

But Hunt doesn't think I
have anything to worry about.

Take it seriously.

Take it seriously. I mean,
you pull a trigger...

I'm here if you want to talk.
- I said I'm good.

I know what you said.

And you're good until
the day when you're not.

Someone's been going to therapy.

Hey.

You scared me.

- What's with the suit?
- Oh, I just... I have a thing.

Just have to give a
presentation tonight

about the dangers of
artificial intelligence.

The dangers of the thing that
you use every day... interesting.

What are you watching?

Videos from the
protest last night.

Oh, yeah, I heard that's on
Counterterrorism's radar now.

Something about it
just doesn't sit right.

What do you mean? What's that?

Well, I mean, they're
calling it an accident.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know, just a malfunction

with one of the robots,
but I don't know...

it just feels more intentional.

Like the delivery bot
was tampered with?

Yeah, it wouldn't take
much... just some sort

of trigger mechanism that
was remote-activated.

I mean, it'd be the same
way that you would access

the navigation controls.

I could write that
code in my sleep.

It sounds like you already have.

Hmm.

Mm.

Is that my Randall?

Yeah, look, uh,
I've been meaning

to talk to you about this.
- Have you?

Well, now we have
the opportunity.

All three of us
can talk about it.

- Great.
- Put him on speaker.

- Hey, Randall.
- Hey, Kyle.

I got another lead on Joe Jr.

Yeah, I'm gonna send
the screengrabs over

so you can run them through
your little mystery machine.

It's not a mystery
machine. It's a magic box.

Shit.

I'm gonna deal with you later.

- Don't you have therapy?
- Bye, Randall.

Look, I swear I only
had the best intentions.

How long's this been going on?

Look, the important thing
is that we found something.

- And what did you find?
- Your brother Joe Jr...

he's been spotted in
nightclubs overseas.

Uh, clubs that are
known drug scenes.

And the sightings...
they're legit.

But it is in the oddest
collection of cities.

I mean, it's, uh,
Amsterdam, Stockholm,

uh, Istanbul, Madrid, Berlin.

And if you can
believe it, Baghdad.

Yeah.

♪ Oh, my darling,
oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You are lost
and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

Have you seen the news?

I haven't.

Otherwise, I'd know why you're
on the verge of freaking out.

Tyler Pearson's dead.

Shit.

Really?

We were going to send him
a message, not blow him up.

Hey, bring your voice down.

- He didn't deserve to die.
- Sure, he did.

It was a happy accident.

Beyond that, I don't know
what else to tell you, Skye,

unless...

you want to say something?

They're calling us terrorists.

Baby...

do you trust me?

I want to hear you say it.

I trust you.

- Good.
- But...

No, no, no, no.

You either do, or you don't.

I'll see you back at the spot
when we implement phase two.

Until then, my mom's
fighting for her life,

and that's where my
head's at right now.

I'm sure you understand.

I'm sorry.

Generative AI is a curse
on creativity, right?

There's no denying it,
but we cannot ignore

AI's potential for good
in other industries.

Artificial intelligence can
not only make lives easier,

it can actually save them.

I want to thank you

for the invitation to
speak here tonight.

And, remember, power
lies in creation,

not imitation.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Could you sign my floppy disk?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Thank you so much for coming.
- Thanks.

Oh.

Have fun. Take care.

Oh, uh...

You're Dr. Kyle Vargas?

Uh, yeah.

Detective Tanner,
Counterterrorism Bureau.

We need to talk.

Um...

Joey, Joey, Joey,
what are you up to?

Detective Tanner,
Counterterrorism.

We tried contacting
a Sergeant Bell,

but she's in a
different time zone.

Well, I'm Detective Stabler.
You didn't contact me.

Well, we're doing
that right now.

Can you find Vargas's desk?

Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.

Nobody moves until I understand
what's going on here.

Dr. Kyle Vargas is
currently in our custody.

He's a suspect in the protest
attacks two nights ago.

Dr. Vargas is an
employee of the NYPD.

He's not a terrorist.

I understand that you
may have questions

about your colleague's
potential involvement

in our case...

I actually don't
have one question.

I'm just calling
bullshit. Where is he?

- He's in our custody.
- We've established that.

I want to see him, now.

I didn't do this.

So I hear.

Cyber Crimes analyzed
the program that was used

to remote-access
these delivery bots.

The malware had a
coded signature,

one they were able to trace
back to its original author.

See something familiar?
- I do.

Do you want to tell me
why your fingerprints

are all over this code?

I have no idea.

I wrote this on
a lark years ago,

as part of a weekend
coding competition.

And then you posted it
to a black hat chat room.

Somebody else uploaded it.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Look, these things, they just...
they float around cyberspace,

and every once in a
while, somebody stumbles

across something, and
they find a use for it.

Terrorism, for example.

I understand why
you brought me in.

I do, but this wasn't me.

I work for OCCB.

I mean, I'm a white hat
now, and this is why.

What were you doing
two nights ago?

I was at home.

You were online on
anarchist chat boards.

I-I saw the projections
on my way home,

and I was curious
who was behind it.

The next morning you were
on the same boards again.

'Cause I was curious
what went wrong.

Uh-huh.

Wait here.

You know, I...

- Is he always like this?
- I told you, he's nervous.

It's like watching someone
kick a puppy in there.

This is nothing
but a waste of...

It's a waste of time.
I agree with you.

But, look, at the moment,

he's what we got in terms
of physical evidence.

He's not going anywhere.

What we think is that the
people behind this protest

are a group that call
themselves the Collective.

They're anonymous, but they
have this signature style

that we've traced to
similar demonstrations

in Chicago and Los Angeles.

But this is the first
time anyone's gotten hurt.

So what you're saying is,
this is organized crime.

You'd like our help
on the task force.

I did not say any
of those things.

We accept.

Um, I think we should
start with the manufacturer

of the delivery bots, unless
you have a better idea.

I know we've all heard

about what happened
the other night.

Is it what we wanted?

Of course not.

But is it what we need?

I say yes.

Our message has been
heard all over the world.

For the first time, people
are taking us seriously.

We all know that real
change comes at a price.

If we have to set
a few backfires

to stop the world from
burning, so be it.

- We're with you!
- Let's do this!

Then let's get back to work.

We're the first of
our kind in the city.

How does it work?

We receive orders
from the customer,

and our bots deploy
to the restaurant.

Food-service workers
put the order inside,

and then the autonomous
driving software takes over.

If it experiences any issues,

our controllers step in to
take over manual control.

Your controllers?

Our programmers
double as jockeys.

Uh, the one who was
working that night...

you'll want to talk to her.

The hackers tried to
corrupt our backup files,

but we're good coders too.

We were able to
retrieve most of them.

At this point, we'd already
lost navigational control,

but the cameras
were still recording

when they projected the images.

At some point, that bot
made a course correction.

Show them.

That's the victim.
That's Tyler Pearson.

Looks like it's following him.

Mm-hmm.

There's a single audio file.

Is that "My Darling Clementine"?

Mm.

Nice.

"Nice"? That's all I get?

I don't hand out
compliments like candy.

- Mm.
- You have to earn them.

Noted.

You're late, Max.

Maybe because the
cops were at my work

for the last three hours.

Which we expected.

They're not completely
incompetent.

Did they talk to you?
- No.

Exactly.

And they won't because
the code made sure

none of this will ever
trace back to you.

Everyone should be here soon.

We'll go green when
we're all here.

I think we should
give it a beat.

On that too.

You want to be a revolutionary?

Then fucking nut up
and continue the fight.

You want to cosplay this shit?

Then I'll get you a
T-shirt of Che Guevara,

and you can go sell incense
down at Washington Square Park.

What's it gonna be?

I'm in.

OK? I'm in.

Then fucking get on it!

Has anyone heard from Skye?

No.

Fuck it. We'll
roll without her.

Right now it only
appears to be affecting

electric vehicles.

Similar reports are coming
in from all five boroughs.

No one knows quite
what to make of it.

We ran into three minor
accidents on the way here.

We're at Broome Street
and West Broadway,

and it's backed up for days...
no movement in any direction.

Cars are parked in the
middle of the street,

and drivers are getting
out of their vehicles,

arguing with each other...
it's total mayhem.

Initial reports indicate
that electric vehicles

have stalled out,

and messages are appearing
on their touchscreens.

Witnesses we talked to claim
their cars have been hacked.

What's happening?

The brakes aren't
working either.

- Turn off the engine!
- I'm trying!

Do something!

Jerry, look out!

Detective.

No skid marks, no indication
they even tried to brake.

Apparently it just missed the
reporter and his cameraman

and then plowed
into the news van.

Driver told first responders
the car had a mind of its own.

Mm.

She was airlifted to Greenpoint.

Passenger died at the scene.

So why control this
car and not the others?

It's the robot attack
all over again.

They try to send a message,
and then something goes wrong.

Mm, yeah.

Something that seems
like an accident.

You use the protest as a cover.

- I doubt it's the Collective.
- Hmm?

Maybe a couple of their members,

but I keep my eye
on groups like this.

They're artists.

Maybe they're
pissed-off artists,

but they're artists at heart.

Until they're terrorists.

- Well, there's that.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, look who's a free man.

Not a free man.

More like downgraded
to person of interest.

Did they use my code?
It's my program again?

Yeah, it looks like it.

Excuse me. Sorry. May I?

Thank you.

Looks like they pushed
out a fabricated OTA.

It's a over-the-air
software update.

It allowed them to take
over the vehicle's controls.

You OK?

Look, I mean, it's
definitely my code...

uh, part of it, anyway.

I mean, they... they built
on it. They made it better.

By better, I mean worse.

Look, I know I didn't do this.
- Mm-hmm.

But I can't help but
feel responsible.

I get it.

Trust me, I get it.

Ms. Powell?

Detective Stabler,
Detective Tanner.

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about the accident.

She's
dead, isn't she?

I'm sorry, she is, yes.

I'm so sorry.

I know that this
is very difficult.

But can you tell us...

what happened right
before the crash?

We were going over my schedule,

and then the screen, it
just started to fritz.

And then I lost
control of the car.

You couldn't steer?

The brakes, the windows,
nothing was working.

It was driving itself.

There was nothing I could do.

Do you remember anything else?

Did you maybe see something
or hear something?

Yeah, I thought maybe
I was dreaming, but...

I could swear I heard a song.

It was something familiar.

I don't know the name of it.

Yes. Yes, that's the one.

What does it mean?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

Ms. Powell, can you
think of any reason

that someone might
want to target you?

Me? I thought...

They said it was
happening to everyone.

Yours was the only
car that lost control,

and we're investigating
a similar incident

from a few nights ago.

I don't understand.

Someone did this on purpose?
They tried to kill me?

Hey.

We're just talking
about how to incorporate

your latest piece.

I, uh, made a few adjustments.
I hope you don't mind.

Stop it. Just stop.

You're gonna say that
was an accident too?

First Tyler, now Gemma?

We are supposed to
be in this together,

but you've gone
off the deep end.

I don't even know
who you are anymore.

They're the ones
that lost themselves.

I wish you could see that.

Listen to me.

You're going through some
serious shit right now,

but you can't take
it out on the world.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe you don't know me anymore.

I can't do this right
now. I've got to work.

Welcome home.

Tell me about Gemma Powell.

Oh, well, she runs an
art gallery in Soho.

She's been there over a decade.

A very expensive
one, by the way.

Nothing in there goes
for less than 100 grand.

How about the other victim?

Oh. Uh, Tyler Pearson.

He's a partner

in a non-fungible-tokens
trading platform.

He made over $20 million last
year in asset management.

From digital art?

They sure like to call it that.

So these two are basically
the face of everything

the Collective hates.

But if the protests
are targeted killings,

why would the whole group
be going along with it?

Sometimes all it takes
is a charismatic leader

to turn a vendetta into a cause.

I've been doing a deep dive
on the Collective's art,

and every city has
different motifs

with multiple signatures...
except for New York.

That's one motif, one signature.

6088.

Shit, I can't believe
I missed this.

This is an homage to Basquiat,
Jean-Michel Basquiat.

He was a New York
artist, big in the 1980s.

Even bigger on
wealth inequality.

He was born in 1960.
He died in '88.

That's our signature.

See if you can connect
it to any other protests

or any exhibitions.

Got something.

Uh, it's an old
social-media post,

an artist talking
about how she came up

with a cool tribute to
Basquiat using the dates.

Got a name?

And a photo.

Hmm.

Skye, someone's here to see you.

I haven't picked up a brush in
years, digital or otherwise.

Well, other than to
help the folks here.

Once an artist,
always an artist,

isn't that what they say?

At some point, you have to
get honest with yourself...

and pay your rent.

Have you heard
about the protests

happening around the city?
- Hasn't everyone?

Uh, yeah, I suppose
everyone has,

but not everyone's had
their art projected

across a skyscraper

or piped into a
car's display screen.

I don't understand.

Um...

does this look familiar?

That's some of my old stuff.

Why is it part of the
Collective's stunts?

Ten years ago, I sold
some of my old work

to an online
stock-images company

to pay the bills.

Anyone can download
it for a fee.

You can take a look yourself.
- OK.

Uh, excuse me one sec.
I got to take this.

Becky, everything all right?

So what was the name of this...

Oh, one more, one more!

We still haven't
toasted for those pricks

down in Internal Affairs yet.

May we get what we want,
may we get what we need,

and to that IAB asshole, may
you get what you deserve.

You need to get better
at handling your liquor

if you want to hang
with the big boys.

I know, I know, I know.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, Dad.

Hey, hey, hey, Becky
was worried about you.

You were supposed to have
dinner with her parents.

Oh, uh, just tell her I'm fine.

No, you tell her.
We're leaving.

Look, hey.

You can't tell me what to do.
- Stand up.

- I'm not 12.
- Then don't act like it.

Stand up. Say
goodbye. Let's go.

- Hey, take it easy, Detective.
- Hey.

A kid died by his gun.

You're out here partying
like nothing happened?

Well, according to
IAB, nothing did.

- Yeah.
- It was a good kill.

Sarge...

get between me and my kid again,

and I'll kick the
living shit out of you.

It's funny how they
don't tell you.

What's that?

How hard it is to
feed a newborn.

Yeah. Yeah.

Kathy went through that
with every one of our kids.

And you're right. They
don't tell you nothing.

They also don't tell
you how difficult...

He killed someone, Elliot.

Hey.

OK.

Eli doesn't drink.

I've heard him at night, crying.

Look, maybe that's a good thing.

Maybe that's... just means
that he still feels something.

It's gonna be all right.

I don't know what
Eli needs or wants.

He's...

he has changed.

Hey, hey.

What he needs and wants is you.

You and Owen.

He's gonna see his
way through this.

I hope so.

I want to help him,
but I don't know how.

What does he say about all this?

We don't talk about it.

Mm.

It's like he has
something to prove now.

I just want him back.

I just want the gentle soul
I fell in love with back,

and I feel like this job is
gonna kill that part of him.

Can you hold him for a minute?
- Yeah.

OK.

- Bathroom break.
- Mm-hmm.

I thought you were the doctor.

How's she doing?

The same.

Worse.

I don't even know anymore.

You have to stop this.

We need to lie low for a while.

Please, I can't watch
you do this anymore.

Let's get out of here,

just you and me...

start over somewhere else
before it's too late.

I'm not leaving.

I'm not abandoning
what we've built.

Then you're abandoning me.

I can't be a part
of this anymore.

Hey. Sorry I had to run.

Family emergency.
- It's OK.

We didn't get much
after you left.

She clammed up pretty quickly.

Yeah, well, it looks like
your girl's been busy.

Uh-huh.

She's got four misdemeanor
arrests for vandalism

and a handful of
violations for trespassing.

She has an apartment in Queens.

My team is working on
getting a search warrant.

But at the moment, the
evidence connecting her

with the Collective
is flimsy at best.

It's just some art
from ten years ago.

- Which she claimed was stolen.
- Well, maybe it was.

If you recall, I was
arrested three days ago

for something similar.

With the possibility
that she could be lying,

I had Vargas pull folks
that she was arrested with,

hoping maybe some of these
names could start to put faces

to the Collective.

Yeah, so far, no
direct connections,

but I'm... I'm only
halfway through.

Tanner.

It's Skye.

You came to see me,
gave me your card.

Skye, yes.

I'm here with Detective Stabler.

Are you OK?

Honestly, I'm not sure.

I'm ready to talk.

Where are you?
We'll come get you.

What the hell?

♪ Oh, my darling,
oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You are lost
and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

- ♪ You are lost ♪
- Help!

- ♪ And gone forever ♪
- Someone please help me!

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

Please, A.G., don't do this!

That her?

Mm.

Suspected smoke inhalation.

The automatic doors were locked.

Couldn't get out.

I just talked to her.

Look, I'm sure this
doesn't help, but...

just to let you know, to
get an extreme reaction

like this means
we're getting close.

We're getting close
to him, right?

Yeah.

All right, I'm gonna have my
guys look into her next of kin.

Maybe they know who she's
been spending time with.

I'll have Vargas pull
surveillance from the school

and traffic cams.

Maybe we'll find something.
- Yeah.

You know, I used to be in
Education and Intelligence,

and I couldn't wait to get
out from behind that desk.

- Mm.
- Not on nights like this.

Amen.

I remember the first
time I met Skye.

Found her work online.

She was this gorgeous,

crazy-talented artist.

And me?

Just some pencil-neck geek
who wanted to collaborate.

She wanted to challenge
the way people think...

Inspire others

to make the world
a better place.

She was the best of all of us,

and greed has once again
put a price on life

and made us the problem,
made us the criminal.

She made the
ultimate sacrifice...

gave up her life to
protect me, to protect you,

and to protect our message.

She would want us
to keep going...

to keep fighting,

because this is a goddamn war!

They haven't seen nothing yet.

Joe?

Oh.

I'm right here, Mom.

Oh, my God, sweetheart.

Everything I've been through,
every place I've been,

as long as it led me
back to here to see you,

to tell you I love you...

it was worth it, Mom.

You... you... you
seem troubled, honey.

Oh, I'm fine.

Reach out to Elliot.

You can trust Elliot.

There's nothing Elliot
can do for me now.

Oh.

Come here.

I love you.

Trust Elliot.

Oh, my God.